"Brother, you really like to joke."
The (fake) migrant worker resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said with an embarrassed smile, "Two swords for one million, one for five hundred thousand. You must have a famous sword, right? Then you shouldn't put it here! "
Famous swords were fine swords forged by famous experts in the industry. They usually cost hundreds of thousands to millions. The more advanced ones were master swords, which were custom-made by masters. They cost millions or even tens of millions.
Any professional swordsman dreamed of owning a master sword, but in fact, most swordsmen couldn't even afford a famous sword. They often had to use the standard swords made on the factory assembly line.
Standard swords were much cheaper. A few thousand or tens of thousands was already very good.
Of course, there were cheaper ones, such as those made by small workshops that cost a few hundred yuan. But no professional swordsman would use such a rubbish sword — it was too embarrassing.
And a sword worth five hundred thousand had to be a famous sword!
Zuo Yi said that the two swords he was selling at his stall cost one million. The stall owner, who knew a little about swords, was speechless.
You're really awesome!
I'm selling Shang and Zhou antiques here. Ahem, I only dare to ask thirty to fifty thousand yuan for the antiques from last week. Then I can sell them at three to five hundred. Is it really appropriate for you to sell famous swords at a temporary stall?
However, he still underestimated Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi crossed the two swords on the wooden box and corrected him, "One million is the price of one sword. Two swords are two million."
"Ahem!"
The migrant worker almost choked on his own saliva.
He had to admit that in terms of acting cool, he was at least a thousand miles away from Zuo Yi. "Brother, you're so awesome!"
In order to express his admiration for Zuo Yi, who was like an endless torrential river and like the overflowing Yellow River, he gave Zuo Yi a thumbs up and praised him for his excellent posturing skills.
He was sincere.
Zuo Yi laughed and didn't say anything.
Of course, he knew what the migrant worker was thinking, but there was no need to explain.
The price of the two swords was very reasonable. After being modified by Zuo Yi, they had the Transcendent attribute of "sharpness" and were considered transcendent weapons.
In fact, if Zuo Yi was a shrewd businessman, he would never have brought these two swords here to sell.
The level was too low.
A shrewd businessman could take a few videos to prove that the Inch Golden Sword was incomparably sharp and put them on the internet to hype it up. Then, they could use marketing to blow up the reputation of the Inch Golden Sword and attract enough attention before auctioning it off.
At that time, the auction price would definitely exceed two million yuan.
However, Zuo Yi was not a merchant. He was a Paladin who believed in virtue!
Zuo Yi's pricing of the Inch Golden Sword was based on the price of the Sadeya World and the Blue Star World, and then based on the actual value of the Inch Golden Sword.
Although the Inch Golden Sword was a transcendent weapon, it was only the lowest grade of transcendent weapons. Moreover, it was a rune weapon and not a law weapon. The latter was far more valuable than the former.
It must be known that as a rune weapon, the "sharpness" attribute of the Inch Golden Sword would slowly weaken and disappear with daily use and the passage of time. Naturally, its value would greatly decrease.
Low and middle grade rune weapons were considered consumables in the Sadeya World.
A shrewd businessman would definitely take advantage of the ignorance of others about rune weapons and hide or ignore this weakness.
But Zuo Yi would not.
Honor, integrity, and honesty were the virtues he believed in, and faith was the source of his strength!
What was money in comparison?
Insignificant things!
Therefore, Zuo Yi's pricing of the Inch Golden Sword was based on the virtues of honor, integrity, and honesty. He walked the path of a knight.
Of course, the path of a knight of virtue was not so easy to walk. Zuo Yi placed the two swords in his stall. After more than half an hour, no one asked about them.
There were many people coming and going, and many people curiously looked at the Inch Golden Sword that was plated with dark red gold.
But not a single person asked about the price!
On the contrary, the (fake) migrant worker next door relied on his simple and honest appearance, qualified clothing, and superb acting skills to successfully sell a small incense burner from the Han Dynasty. He earned a few thousand dollars from it.
After this transaction, he would be free for the day.
The rule of the West Market was that there was no regret in a transaction. Both parties were willing to make a deal and could not go back on it. The migrant worker could not help but feel a little proud. He secretly glanced at Zuo Yi in front of the door with a gloating expression. He was very happy.
There was no happiness without comparison.
Zuo Yi felt the man's gaze, but he did not feel anything. He even wanted to laugh.
"Dad …"
Although Zuo Yi did not care about the business at all, the Bao'er was worried for her father. "Are, are we unable to sell our swords?"
She pouted. "No one asked."
"Oh."
Zuo Yi rubbed his chin and said, "That's a problem."
But he had a way to solve the problem. As long as it did not violate the virtues of a knight, there were many methods that could be used.
Clang!
Zuo Yi picked up a sword and pulled it out of the scabbard. He casually cut a hole in the wooden box on the left and the right side.
With the sharpness of the Inch Golden Sword, this was easier than cutting tofu.
He pulled out the two Inch Golden Swords. Then, with the hilts facing down and the tips facing up, he inserted the heads of the swords into the holes in the lid of the wooden box.
The swords formed a cross and stood firmly on the wooden box.
Zuo Yi pulled down the two lamps on the top of the box and aimed the lamps at the two swords.
When the bright light shone on the dark golden swords, the blades were dazzling. Suddenly, they were like pearls that had been dusted, glowing with a bright light!
This kind of sword light was not dazzling. It had a sense of luxury and weight that had been accumulated over the years.
In terms of appearance, it was at least a hundred times better than when it was casually placed in the scabbard.
Zuo Yi was still not satisfied. He reached out and waved at the Pipi standing on the Bao'er's shoulder. "Come, shout a few words."
Even the foodie Tai feared the Great Demon King's order. How could the tiger parrot, whose combat power was only 0.5 Acer, dare to resist?
It immediately flew over obediently and stood on the wooden box. It opened its mouth and shouted, "Come and take a look! Swords for sale! Swords for sale! Swords for sale! Swords for sale! The sharpest divine weapon in the world! There's only one pair for sale! Don't miss it if you pass by …"
"Be honest!"
Zuo Yi poked its head with his finger. "Don't talk nonsense."
Did you know that the phrase "the sharpest divine weapon in the world" violated the advertising law?
Swords for sale!
The Pipi shrank its head and quickly changed its words. "Come and take a look! Swords for sale! Don't miss it if you pass by …"
This time, Zuo Yi was satisfied.
Although the exaggerated advertising message had been changed, the effect of the promotion was not bad at all. Not to mention the stunning appearance of the two Inch Gold Swords, just Pipi's clear and melodious voice was enough to attract people's attention.
Especially when they found out that the voice came from a budgerigar, the crowd of onlookers swarmed over, and soon, Zuo Yi's stall was completely surrounded by people!
"Wow! What a cute little bird! "
"Is this a budgerigar? How can it talk so well? "
"It's so fun!"
"Boss, are you selling this parrot?"
"I'll pay 2,000 yuan."
"…"
If it were not for the prohibition of photography in the West Square, the Pipi would have been photographed by countless cell phone cameras.
Some people were surprised, some praised, and some asked Zuo Yi about the price. On the contrary, the real protagonist did not have many people paying attention to him.
Zuo Yi said, "The parrot is not for sale."
"5,000 yuan! I'll pay 5,000 yuan!"
The person who had just bid immediately raised the price, determined to get it.
Zuo Yi smiled and said, "Not even for 50 million yuan. Today, I'm only selling these two swords."
Not even for 50 million yuan?
There was a sudden hissing sound around. No one thought that Zuo Yi was telling the truth.
In their opinion, there was no such thing as not for sale in the world. It was just a matter of price. Not to mention 50 million yuan, if it was sold for 5 million or even 500,000 yuan, Zuo Yi would have to kneel down.
The question was whether it was worth it.
"Pipi."
The Bao'er was unhappy and waved her little hand.
The Pipi immediately flew back to her shoulder and intimately rubbed her neck, causing the onlookers to exclaim.
Such a clever bird, it was worth at least 50,000 yuan!
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